The Christmas Miracle

Chapter 1

Authors Note: A one-off story made possible by support from my P*a*t*r*e*o*n. Enjoy!


Christmas Eve, for most families, is a time to come together, indulge and rejoice. Yet, for two sisters’ sharing an apartment in the big city, the tradition was to attend a Christmas-themed holiday party and save all the family stuff for Christmas morning.


Of these sisters, the elder of the two was named Nicole. At 25 years of age, Nicole had always been the darling angel of the family. She’d never missed a day of school growing up, never disobeyed a single rule her parents set for her, and as a result went on to earn her bachelor’s degree in marketing at the age of 22 followed shortly after by her current office job at a marketing firm. She was hardworking, loyal, but often times a bit too naive and stubborn to acknowledge that as perfect as she tried to be, she did have some faults.


Chief among them was her tendency to overeat when stressed. Nicole sported an immaculate complexion, a beautiful face, luscious curly blonde hair, and a 5’8 bottom-heavy frame. However, after three full years working at a stressful sedentary office job, the slim and trim 117-pound college senior had found herself packing on some serious weight these last few years.


At first, it had only been a few pounds, the start of a little pot belly, a little extra padding around her already thick derriere. Nothing too embarrassing or noticeable, but her weight gain didn’t stop after her first year of employment, it accelerated. With her weight steadily creeping upward, Nicole did her best to minimize these changes. She started attending the gym again, once a week, but it wasn’t enough.


Her job was stressful, and Nicole primarily dealt with this stress by snacking on sweets. No matter what she did, Nicole could never deny her sweet tooth the sustenance it craved. So, as her body slowly but surely, softened further, her favorite clothes became too tight to wear.


Friends and colleagues began to notice that she’d made the transition from skinny to chubby. Nicole overheard more than one snide comment about her weight being whispered behind her back, but the embarrassment and shame that came with that knowledge never outweighed the joy a morsel of chocolate could offer her after a rough day. So, as her body continued to swell, her wardrobe options continued to dwindle.


One by one, anything that wasn’t a pair of stretch pants, sweatpants, or thongs, became utterly worthless. That’s when Nicole subconsciously knew she was no longer the ‘hot girl’ in the office. She was just another overweight office worker. It was around the time Nicole made this realization, a year and a half into her current employment, that she started buying clothes that fit her decidedly fuller figure.


A year and a half later, Nicole’s transition from skinny-young-hottie to outright office fatty was all but complete. With a round and jiggly posterior, doughy and protruding muffin top, thick thighs, wide hips, swollen breasts and softened facial features, Nicole was among the heaviest women in her office. She was still quite attractive, blessed to have put on weight in the ‘proper places,’ but regardless of that fact, the downfall of her ‘hot’ body was all too apparent.


Quite the opposite of Nicole, Renee, the younger sister of the two, had always been the not-so-darling angel of the family. She’d never cared for school growing up, frequently ditching in high school to hang out with her friends at the mall. Nor did she care for her parents’ numerous rules, of which she made a conscious effort to disobey just for the fun of it.


As a result, Renee never so much as applied to college, preferring instead to mooch off her parents to the point that they were even willing to pay her share of rent just to get her out of the house. Joyfully unemployed, yet constantly short of funds, Renee leveraged her undeniable beauty to get what she wanted. Though she was lazy, superficial and unmotivated, she was very intelligent. And despite all her flaws she still managed to be a fun person to hang around, most of the time.


At 21 years of age, Renee was 5’7, a bit shorter than her older sister, and at 125lbs, probably almost 100 pounds lighter. Thin and toned, Renee regularly exercised and rarely indulged. Her self-proclaimed goal in life was to ‘marry rich.’ With long, dark brown hair, a narrow waist, big perky breasts, and a firm hourglass shape to die for, her goal probably wasn’t outside of her realm of possibilities.


But this isn’t the story of Renee’s dream to marry rich coming true, it’s the story of one fateful Christmas Eve…


…


“See Renee! No problem! *Wheeze* I told you this still fit!!” Nicole spitefully declared much to the amusement of her younger sister who enjoyed watching her overweight sibling struggle.


This latest episode of denial was certainly something to behold, but it wasn’t anything truly out of character for Renee’s blissfully stubborn older sister. Renee knew full well that her sister’s prized onesie Christmas pajamas were the last article of clothing that still fit her from her college glory days, on account of their immense stretchiness.


“Barely.” Renee teased, crossing her arms, “They look like they’re about to burst at the seams.”


Turning to get a look of herself in the bathroom mirror, Nicole’s eyes confirmed exactly what Renee just told her, her big belly and butt seemed poised to burst through the thin layer of Christmas-tree-decorated fabric struggling to contain all her girth. But she couldn’t face the truth. Instead, she grunted, “They are not! Something’s wrong with the mirror…”


“Nothing’s wrong with the mirror.” Renee shook her head in an amused disbelief, “Face it. You’ve outgrown them fatty.”


‘Impossible…’ Nicole fretted internally, as she stomped onto the bathroom scale, her overweight body jiggling endlessly as she did.


The number that popped up on the little screen was not a kind one:


226lbs…


“Eww! Something’s wrong with the scale! I do not weigh that much!” Nicole pouted, as her mushy arms self-consciously hugged her doughy midsection.


“Nothing’s wrong with the scale.” Renee shook her head, while she watched her sister making a fool of herself.


“That’s impossible!” Nicole argued earnestly.


“Impossible?” Renee echoed raising an eyebrow and poking her sister firmly in her fat belly, “Have you seen the way you eat?”


Blushing, Nicole avoided eye contact, “Okay, so I’ve put on a little bit of weight since last year…”


“A little bit? Does ‘this’” Renee emphasized by grabbing her sister’s big roll of lower belly fat and shaking it, “Feel like a ‘little bit’ of weight to you? I don’t remember your belly sticking out this much last Christmas. Mom and dad are gonna have a cow when they see that you’ve turned into one!”


Pushing her sister’s prying hands away, Nicole stammered in denial, “Shut up, I mean, it’s normal for weight to fluctuate from year to year…”


“Fluctuate? You make is sound like you’re retaining water! You’ve gained 50 pounds since last year! Face it. You got fat sis. You’re gonna have to start cutting back on the sweets!” Renee accused much to Nicole’s horror.


The thought of giving up her stress relieve was too terrifying to consider. Bargaining, Nicole promised, “I’ll just hit the treadmill twice as hard after New Year’s.”


“Quit kidding yourself fatty. No, you won’t.” Renee argued before changing her tone, “In the meantime, could you kindly take MY pajamas off before your dump truck of a booty permanently stretches them!”


“YOUR pajamas??? Mom bought these for me 3 years ago! I love these! They have, ‘meet me under the mistletoe’ written on the butt flap!” Nicole pouted feeling cornered. She’d given her sister every article of clothing from her wardrobe that she’d outgrown, but this was a step too far.


Renee was just being greedy.


“Yeah, but they’re not exactly your size anymore are they?” Renee teased pointing back to the scale.


“They still fit.” Nicole grunted, lying to herself.


“You look like you stuffed yourself into a sausage casing. They don’t fit. Do yourself a favor and wear something else to the party before you humiliate yourself in front of everyone.” Renee savagely pointed out.


“Quit being a brat, it’s not your size either so why don’t you just leave me alone!” Nicole growled knowing deep down that her sister was right. She knew she should have just worn an ugly holiday sweater and some stretchy black yoga pants to her office’s big party tonight, but she didn’t want to give in and let her younger sister successfully bully her around. She had half a mind to uninvite her sister, but she didn’t want to go alone. Besides, everyone in the office loved her sister. Especially the guys…


“Whatever, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to get changed.” Renee sighed, as she made her way out of the bathroom. As she left, she muttered under her breath, “Jeez, I thought you people were supposed to be jolly.”


Hearing but not wanting to address Renee’s last subtle jab, Nicole turned to her reflection and thought to herself, ‘Another fat joke? Wonderful, thanks sis… Wish you were fat too, then you wouldn’t be making jokes at my expense all the time…’


There had been a time, all those years ago, when Renee had actually somewhat respected and looked up to her, but those days were long gone. It seemed only a Christmas miracle would put her sister back in her place…


Just then, Nicole noticed a notification pop up on her phone. An amazon package had just arrived.


“That’s funny?” She muttered to herself, “I didn’t order anything.”


Going to her door, Nicole opened it and noticed not one, but two packages. One was labeled ‘Nicole’ and the other ‘Renee’.


“Christmas gifts?” Nicole wondered, as she brought the boxes over to the kitchen and opened the one with her name on it. Inside of it was a little letter and a little box.


The letter read:


Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas Nicole!


I hope you’ll forgive me for the Amazon delivery method, but your apartment doesn’t have a chimney! I WISH you a merry Christmas!


-S Claus

……………………


“Santa? I swear, Renee better not be pranking me…” Nicole hummed to herself, as she opened the little box and removed a strange stone from it. It had something etched into it…


‘Close your eyes and make a wish…’


Doing as the stone said, Nicole grasped it in her hand, closed her eyes, and wished out of spite, “I wish Renee was the fat sister.”